Writing Poem

I wrote these poems inside my head
I woke at five and wrote them
I wrote these poems while in my bed
but then I worried
                             what I’d said
                   might be forgotten if I waited
waited until waking time
to find some paper, write my rhymes
so, on the light went,
found the pen,
found some paper
                             - don’t take that;
                             it’s leaning on my old guitar
                   the strings will sound
the house will wake
         if I decide that paper pad
         is just the thing to take
so, Spanish teacher, now I hope
you won’t begrudge me these four sheets
of paper from my Spanish book
it was the only thing to hand.
It really was and I was desperate
not to lose my inspiration.
Please forgive my vandalism.
I’ll work harder in your lesson.
Writing poems is my whole life.
It even helps me to survive.
I’ll write my worries on my pad
and then my life won’t seem so bad.